The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
amongst my own men. When Shanghai washed 
his face and hands, he took from a cup a mouth- 
ful of water, which he then blew as spray into his 
upturned hands, and which he then applied to 
his face and neck. I noticed him cleaning some 
herbs that he brought to apply to my knee 
as a fomentation after an accident in a similar 
manner. This habit is the more curious from 
the abundance of water to be found everywhere, 
and I am at a loss to account for the reason of it. 
A very amusing episode happened during 
this Prasnic week, which still causes me amuse- 
ment when I think of it. An American and his 
outfit, who were on some Government surveying 
business, had their camp on the cliffs some four 
hundred yards from our shack. Hunter owned 
a native dog, which are locally called ‘“‘ huskies ” ; 
it was but a puppy, perhaps a year old, but these 
dogs are snarling thieves, and are of every sort 
and description of colour. They are in size and 
shape similar to a Chinese chow dog, but the 
hair of their coats is not so long; they carry 
their tails, though, in a similar fashion. One day 
the American sent down word to Hunter that 
this dog would come to his camp and steal his 
bacon. The pup was hard to deal with, for he 
would not make friends easily, in fact Hunter 
and I were the only people he would condescend 
to notice. I offered to go up and see what the 
trouble was, fearing that the irate Yankee might 
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